Chapter 686: Master Is Awesome

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Two days later, after careful planning, in the drizzle, two Franz motorboats slowly entered the harbor. On their masts, the flag of the Kingdom of Spain fluttered high, and then they came to prepare Before the ships that brought them into the port approached, the two big ships did not take off their sails, but still rushed towards the pier with the wind.

The huge ship rushed directly over the trestle, and the countless planks rolled up, and then smashed the wooden trestle and pier into pieces. When the ship was stuck by the passing mud, countless people, Sliding down the cable, they were stepping on the shallow water, their eyes were red, and they raised their crossbows and swords like crazy.

At this time, because of the rain, the firecrackers are useless, and they are easily affected by the damp. The sailors with swords in their hands swarmed ashore. Taking advantage of the unpreparedness of Francois on the case, the sailors went crazy like a tide, landed.

The Spaniards never expected that there would be a force threatening them in this vicinity.

They have been stationed here for seven or eight years, and the size of the town is getting bigger and bigger. They built fortresses, but they didn't guard against enemies from the sea. This stems from their self-confidence. In their opinion, they What they have to face is nothing more than the local natives, and the local natives are vulnerable.

But now, the sudden enemy has rushed into the castle, but those who stop them are cut down by these ragged people.

The Spaniards tried to counterattack, and the Fire Gun team could not do anything in this rainy weather. What was even more frightening was that when they assembled, it was too late.

In an instant, this Spanish colonial fort fell into chaos, like hell on earth.

The most frightening thing is that they have no idea where these enemies come from.

And why, there will be a sudden attack.

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Holding the knife, Zhou La slashed a Spanish soldier with a ferocious face. He pointed forward with the blade, and countless sailors scrambled to be the first, swarming forward like a tide from behind him.

This no longer requires someone to use a whip to urge them.

They have suffered countless tortures and hardships. They are like ants, floating on the sea. No one has passed today, but they still don’t know that they can still live. For them, it is very normal for them to lick blood. thing.

There was a sense of unwillingness in their chests.

After suffering so much hardship, and having suffered a crime that most people would never endure in their lifetime, how could they return empty-handed after arriving here, how could it be possible?

Here, there is money, food, and women.

They are crazy.

A person who no longer takes his own life seriously, has naturally lost his human nature, and his eyes are filled with only the most primitive desires.

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Afterwards, the slow-moving little Zhu Xiucai slowly entered the harbor just now.

Standing on the deck, Zhang Yanling held a binoculars and watched from a distance: "One, two...eighteen, twenty-nine...Brother, this group of Franji people are very tenacious. They have entered the fort, but they are still stubbornly resisting, and we have suffered heavy losses."

Zhang Heling disdained Gu: "If you die, you die, it's no big deal."

Facing his brother's cruelty, Zhang Yanling swallowed his saliva: "Brother, I don't think we should distribute all the money and food to these poor ghosts. Why? We are imperial envoys, and we should take the lion's share."

Zhang Heling sneered: "What do you know? If they don't take out real gold and silver, how can they go all out and rely on you and me to find Jinshan? It's a drop in the bucket, what do you want to do?"

Zhang Heling is a person with vision, and now, in his mind, he is already wealthy. Although this wealth is on paper, and it is a bit illusory, to Zhang Heling, it is precisely because of the wealth on paper. The wealth, the vision is high, I am a rich man, will I care about these tens of thousands of taels of silver? Although... caring is caring, but after all... in order to cash out this wealth on paper, he is reluctant to part with children and cannot trap wolves.

But after Zhang Heling landed, he was stunned by the scene before him.

It’s gold, a whole house’s worth of gold. The gold was packed in boxes. The governor of Honduras, the Kingdom of Spain, was here to fight against the sailors rushing in. In the end, he was hacked dozens of times and died. But at the same time, when people opened the boxes one by one, the countless golden gold suddenly made everyone crazy.

Dozens of boxes of gold, piled up together, amount to thousands of catties or tens of thousands of catties.

People covered their faces and wept loudly, some hugged each other, some lay on the box, some took out a handful of gold and threw it into the air. This time, they really got rich, made a fortune.

This is gold, one of the rarest metals in the world, and it is wealth.

"Brother, will you give it back to them?" Zhang Yanling was about to cry.

They didn't expect that there was so much gold here.

In fact, Gold Island does produce gold, and the local natives have a tradition of decorating with gold, which has been accumulated for thousands of years and passed down from generation to generation. With this huge wealth, the Spaniards never imagined that this batch of gold completely ignited the greed of everyone thousands of miles away.

The muscles on Zhang Heling's face are

Trembling, he...distressed...terribly hurt.

I'm a pig, why did I promise to distribute all the spoils?

Seeing all these blood-stained people, he seemed to be insane and rippling in ecstasy.

"You don't have to give it to them." Zhang Heling took a deep look at Zhang Yanling: "You go and tell them now, these Jin's surnames are now Zhang."

Zhang Yanling's face showed ecstasy: "Really? Then I'll talk about it."

Zhang Heling nodded: "Well, don't say I said it."

Zhang Yanling said: "Why?"

Zhang Yanling looked at this idiot, and wanted to cry: "Because, we brothers have to live, and we have to carry on the family line of the old Zhang family."

"..." Zhang Yanling was silent for a long time: "Brother, I found that you are quite good at joking, haha, haha..."

Zhang Heling burst into flames, his heart burst into flames, this in itself was a human tragedy, his heart was already bursting, and he could still laugh.

With a slap, Zhang Yanling was knocked over: "Dog-like thing, don't call me brother from now on."

"Brother..." Zhang Yanling howled.

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The end of the year is approaching.

Gambling and fights are already raging, and as the date approaches, the casino has become lively.

It's just that this time the bet is a bit special, the bet is not about winning or losing, but about Fang Duwei losing, whether he is willing to commit suicide to thank the world.

It's not that the soldiers and civilians in Beijing don't love Daming, boost others' morale, destroy their prestige, and think that this battle will be defeated, but... people don't have much confidence in riding and shooting, and in Fang Duwei's disciples.

The fifth prince, it is said that he grew up on horseback when he was a child, practiced bows and arrows while urinating, and the Tatars were born marksmen, no one in this world knows, no one knows.

Competing with them in archery, this...isn't it courting death?

The gambling house was very lively and full of excitement. This time, the bet was on Fang Jifan's character, and real money was used. As a result, the odds were horrific.

That is to say, if anyone bought Fang Jifan to die, he would bet one tael of silver, and if Fang Jifan really died, he would get thirteen taels of silver, which is simply... a huge profit.

Everyone has little confidence in Fang Duwei's integrity.

But Fang Jifan just disdains this, and despises these people for making money for the country, shameless.

Fang Jifan is still very concerned about Zhu Houzhao's teaching of Zhang Yuanxi's archery.

I haven't seen each other for more than a month. I saw them go to the back mountain to practice all day long, but I don't know how they are progressing now.

Fang Jifan got up early today and went to the back mountain.

Here in the back mountain, there is a piece of land that has not yet been developed. Now, there is a flat land here, and there are mostly archery targets on it. In the distance of this shooting range, there are a few temporary thatched huts. These days, the prince Both His Highness and Zhang Yuanxi practiced arrows here.

The reason why Fang Jifan chose Zhang Yuanxi as a horse was to borrow Zhang Yuanxi's miraculous arm strength, but for others, whether he could practice well or not was only a matter of a month and a half, so he didn't dare to have too many expectations.

In the distance, Zhu Houzhao's yelling was heard. Fang Jifan saw Zhu Houzhao's figure and trotted over.

But seeing Zhu Houzhao bowing his bow, he said bluffingly, "Xiao Zhang, this palace is like this, isn't it?"

"No, master, you have to relax."

"But I can't relax."

Zhu Houzhao maintained his archery posture.

Zhang Yuanxi limped behind Zhu Houzhao, patted his back, trying to make his back softer, Zhang Yuanxi said: "The archery skills your highness learned when you were young are actually not wrong. For those who know how to archery, it is of great use. But has your Highness ever thought that the essence of archery is to follow one's heart, how to hit the target is the key, not necessarily, you have to sink down on horseback, you have to The arms are straight. When His Highness has seen killing the enemy, will the soldiers use the moves they usually practice to kill the enemy? No, therefore, if a good shooter wants to hit the target as he likes, the first thing to do is to make himself Have a peaceful mind, and then let your body adapt to the bow and arrow, how to stand, how to hold the bow, how to draw the bow, how to release the arrow, all must be done according to your own characteristics."

"Master, look at me..." As he said, Zhang Yuanxi picked up his iron tire bow casually. His figure was clumsy, his standing posture was loose, and he bent the bow, led the arrow, and the wolf-toothed arrow shot straight away. Out, pop... In the distance, a target was shot over, all in one go.

"Master, do you understand?"

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